The Big Landlord

The old man in front of him had a pale face, wearing a shirt with a round neck and large sleeves, a square scarf on his head, and a long beard fluttering gently in the breeze.His eyes are peaceful and kind, and the wrinkles on his face seem to reveal the light of extraordinary wisdom.

Tang shi stared at him blankly, and Tang Feng and Tang Song also moved closer to Tang shi, looking at them in confusion.

Zheng Chongqian took a step forward, "Boy Tang, the seventh day has come, how is the old man's [-]th bachelor?"

"Young man, go get it now." Tang Shi ran to the back of the yard, and moved the delicate camellia he had raised in front of Zheng Chongqian. Zheng Chongqian's eyes immediately widened, "How is this possible?"

This is really amazing!The Camellia, which was so dilapidated, has now become so lively and beautiful, even more fascinating than before!The white petals bloomed in layers, and the flower shape was elegant and delicate, graceful and generous. Zheng Chongqian was so happy that he squatted there and didn't want to move away.

The old man surnamed Yuan was also happy to see Lie. Although he still cared about his appearance in front of outsiders, his eyes, which were originally full of wisdom, seemed to be stuck to the camellia, making Tang Shi, who was watching, laugh secretly. .

He knew that it must be incredible in the eyes of others that he raised the camellia so perfectly, but this was also the capital that Tang shi wanted to use to gain a foothold.No matter what era, the things that nobles love must have extremely rich profits. What he wants to do is to make these people willingly give him the money in their pockets.And this camellia was his first step.

The Great Qi State emphasizes civility over military affairs, and the preferences of literati have always been able to lead the trend, but what do literati like?Yellow and white things?Of course, everyone likes this kind of thing, but literati only like it in their hearts. They think this kind of thing is too vulgar to talk about. They like to improve their style while earning money , Earn fame and fortune through elegant things.

Otherwise, why would someone's words be so hard to find?So-and-so's paintings are priceless?And those things that are sought after by literati - such as this top-quality camellia, are also priceless.

When the literati brought up this kind of atmosphere, those nouveau riche who want to enhance their connotation will naturally spend money to decorate their facades, which is the so-called arty.

Money is earned, and fame is at your fingertips. Maybe Zheng Chongqian really loves camellias, but what makes him so obsessed is the spiritual needs that this flower can bring to him. To put it vulgarly, it is vanity. Heart.

What Tang shi wanted to grasp was their spiritual needs.

"Actually, I've felt closer to flowers and plants since I was a child, as if I could feel their pain... Uh, I can't quite explain it. This feeling is very mysterious." Tang Shi half-truth and half-false Said the reason.The reason why he dared to say that was entirely because there were legends about capable people and strange people in this world, which belonged to the acceptance category of ordinary people. It is not an exaggeration to call this mysterious feeling a talent.

Chen Honglai became interested, and Danfeng stared wide-eyed, "You can really communicate with these flowers and plants? Then do you know what this camellia is thinking now?"

Tang Feng and Tang Song also watched in amazement as Tang Shi was talking nonsense in a serious manner. In their eyes, Tang Shi was just talking nonsense.

Tang Shi's round eyes are bent into two crescents, and with his round bun face, he looks quite innocent and cute, "This can't be done, and I can only roughly know what their needs are."

The old man surnamed Yuan stroked his beard and nodded, and smiled kindly: "Everything has spirituality. It is rare that Tang Xiaoyou has such a talent. This is indeed a blessing of grass and trees!"

Tang Shi showed a shy expression at the right time, and smiled shyly, "Master Yuan has won the prize."

Tang Shi felt that these people were not stupid, so instead of hiding it, it would be better to show a little "talent" so that they would take it for granted.

"Uncle, can we go home now?" Tang Song tugged on Tang Shi's sleeve and asked in a low voice.

"Wait a minute," Tang Shi squeezed his hand, and then said to the nympho Zheng Chongqian who was squatting on the ground, "Master Zheng, the flowers have been grown, and we should go home."

Zheng Chongqian remained motionless and did not say a word.

Chen Jiangui couldn't stand it anymore, and gave Chen Hong a look. Chen Hong understood, and reached out to grab Zheng Chongqian's arm, and shook it vigorously, "Grandpa Zheng!"

Zheng Chongqian woke up suddenly, stared at Chen Hong, "Little bastard, don't disturb me looking at the flowers!"

Chen Hong pointed to Tang Shi, "Grandpa Zheng, Tang Shi is going home."

Zheng Chongqian was taken aback for a moment, then stood up, puzzled and said: "The old man just heard you outside the door saying that you will return home tomorrow, why did you change your mind?"

Tang Shi replied obediently: "I thought Master Zheng would come to see the flowers tomorrow, but I didn't expect to come today. Since the flowers have been returned, we should go back."

"It's getting late, why don't you stay overnight?" Chen Jiangui persuaded, "It's not safe for you three children to walk at night."

"Yes, yes!" Chen Hong hooked Tang Shi's shoulders, and whispered in his ear, "It's dangerous to walk at night, you'd better go back tomorrow morning, when I will accompany you, I can also protect you. "

Chen Jiangui obviously heard it, and grabbed Chen Hong over, "Don't make trouble."

Chen Hong pursed his lips in dissatisfaction.

Tang Shi smiled and shook his head, "I want to see my parents and the others earlier." In fact, it was dark and easy to commit crimes.

Zheng Chongqian waved his hand, "The old man sent someone to send you back, so don't walk back."

Tang shi's eyes showed gratitude, and he quickly thanked him.

The Zheng family was rich and powerful, so they directly sent people to take the three of Tang Shi to the entrance of Tangjia Village in a horse-drawn carriage.

After the three of Tang Shi got out of the car, the driver took out a small cloth bag and said expressionlessly, "This is the remuneration given by the master."

Tang Shi took it naturally, and said with a smile, "Thank you."

The coachman turned around in silence, and drove the carriage back.

At this time, the sky was already dark, because the villagers of Tangjia Village usually fell asleep at night and basically did not know how to light the lamps, so the entire Tangjia Village was submerged in darkness.

"Uncle," Tang Song held onto Tang Shi's sleeve tightly, "It's so dark."

Tang Shi hung a small bag of rewards on his belt, held one in each hand, and Tang Feng whispered awkwardly: "I'm not afraid of the dark."

Tang shi pretended not to hear, and continued to lead the two towards his house. On the way back, they passed a field. Tang shi walked slowly beside a field, and then left as if nothing had happened.

The village raised a few native dogs. Generally speaking, they would bark if there was any movement at night, but they had been in the village for a long time in Tang shi, but they had been silent.

The three of them finally came to the door of Old Tang's house. They thought that the old Tang's house was also asleep, but they didn't expect that the door of Old Tang's house was not closed, and the lights were still on in the house, and there seemed to be people arguing inside.

Tang Shi pushed open the courtyard door, saw the scene in the main room, and sneered in his heart, this Li Yuan is really haunted!